Sunday evening in Porto my wife went to mass while I sat in
the park opposite admiring the grand architecture built in
honour of a God. Got restless and walked into the church to
see what was going on. It was a titanic church with a roof
that stretched all the way to heaven and possibly beyond.
Although the congregation was of three hundred people
it seemed almost empty. Benches made of hard wood and
behind each bench a wooden cross-bar to lean one's knees
on, and since the worshippers were doing that, I went down
on my knees too and for a moment felt quite humble.
There is in the Christian Religion much written about agony,
it seems to be a part of the faith since Jesus died a slow death
on the cross; nevertheless I was glad when the parishioners
arose, and uplifted we all walked into the summer evening.
